by Imani King
I sighed and took a second to calm myself down. I was rushing into this – trying to run a marathon when I should have been taking a stroll. I took a deep breath, waiting for my erection to quell in size before I got out, joining her on the porch.
“Sorry about that,” she said, her voice soft.
“Don’t apologize, Adele.”
“Okay.”
I opened the door.
We stepped inside, and for a moment, I imagined what it would feel like to live with this woman. To start a family with her. A nagging thought buzzed around in my head.
After all, I did need an heir.
I pushed the thought away and headed for the kitchen. There, I turned on the lights.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Just a water would be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Adele nodded.
It was probably for the best. Neither one of us were very good drunks.
So, I grabbed two water bottles before heading out to the porch. I plopped down onto one of the rocking chairs and motioned for her to sit on the other.
“This is a pretty nice place you got here.”
I shrugged. “It has never felt like much of a home.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t know. It’s just that Chelsea was always away on business trips. She left this place feeling pretty lonely.”
Adele nodded as if she understood the feeling.
“But, it’s nice. I have a farm down the road a bit. You should come check it out sometime. I’d be happy to give you some fresh produce. I have a good stock of squash this year, and I know how much you love squash soup.”
“Mmm,” she murmured. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I think that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”
She looked at me, studying my face for the second time that night. I wondered what she was searching for. Had I changed so much that she no longer recognized me? Or, was it something else? Something more?
“Do you ever think about why we—”
This time, it was my turn to cut her off. I shook my head, placing my finger on her lips. “Let’s just enjoy our time together,” I whispered. “Watch the stars like we used to.”
It took a moment, but eventually, she eased into her seat, gently rocking back and forth. Together, we gazed at the nighttime sky, admiring its beauty. The stars twinkled brightly, like pearls scattered along a blanket of black velvet. The moon, the biggest of them all, shone brightly, casting everything in a soft, silvery light.
As the minutes crept by, it became harder and harder for me to keep my eyes off Adele. Subtly, I glanced at her, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
But, of course, she did. She was staring right at me.
“What are you looking at, Braden?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged. “Just how lovely you still are.”
I reached out and touched them, my thumb caressing her silky, dark brown skin. Years of pent-up passion bubbled inside of me, threatening to overwhelm me. I didn’t know how much longer I could fight these urges.
She leaned forward, her deep russet eyes shining brighter than any star.
“Braden,” she murmured. The sound of my name escaping her lips was too much for me to handle.
Without thinking, I tilted her head towards mine, pulled her close and kissed her once more. The kiss quickly became fiery as we both gave into our desires.
I folded her into my arms as I got up. Our hips locked together as our tongues wrestled with each other. Already, my cock was coming to life, struggling against the tight fabric of my jeans.
She pulled on my shirt, tugging it upwards. I broke away from the kiss, just long enough for her to pull it off. When our lips met again, I slammed her into the nearby wall. She gasped, her back arching at the impact. Her eyes widened and her head rolled back ever so slightly.
I took my chance. My teeth attacked her neck, leaving behind love bites from her ear to her collarbone. Once I reached her sweet spot, I sucked on it gently, listening to her moans float across the air. I sucked a little harder, hoping to elicit a sweet symphony from her lips.
Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling on it.
I looked up at her from under my eyelashes, a smirk splayed across my face.
Her eyes burned with lust.
I wasn’t about to disappoint her.
With a flick of my wrist, I tore her blouse open. A few of the buttons went flying across the porch. As soon as I peeled the shirt off her body and exposed her shoulders, I kissed them gently, distracting her as my hand crept up her back. My fingers tightened around the strap of her bra. I tugged on it, teasing her slightly before I unclasped it with ease.
Her lovely bosom greeted me. I took her hardening nipples between my fingers, rolling them back and forth until they were stiff and sensitive.
She simply watched me as I leaned down, taking her into my mouth. My tongue swirled all around the hard, little nub until she was bucking her hips, her body silently asking for more.
Wanting to please her, to drive her wild, I slipped my hand into her pants. My fingers were met with the silky material of her panties. Carefully, they tiptoed around, finding a tiny bow. I grabbed and pulled on it slightly, causing the fabric to dig into her sweet, sweet folds.
She moaned louder than ever, her fingers tightening around my hair.
My cock was dying for release.
I growled playfully before I hoisted her into my arms, my hands firmly squeezing her ass.
Her legs hooked around my waist as she kissed me, her lips hungry for mine. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, almost as if she had a fire burning inside of her. I was determined to kindle that fire until it turned into a white-hot blaze.
I carried her all the way to the bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress. Seconds later, I pounced on her, pinning her wrists above her head. I stared into her gorgeous, deep eyes before kissing her. Our bodies melded together as we got a feel for one another. We had never actually done this before.
Slowly, I covered her body with kisses, moving down until I was situated between her legs. Carefully, I unbuttoned her pants. She lifted her ass into the air so I could tug them off. As soon as they were off, I attacked her panties. With a flick of my wrist, I tore them right off her body, letting them fly across the room.
Then, with her bare legs now in my hands, I slung them over my shoulder, letting my hands roam her silky flesh. As my hands approached her thighs, she offered me entrance, her pussy now on full display.
I smirked, letting my fingers outline her well-groomed mound, but not yet touching her sensitive folds. Instead, I moved my hands back to her thighs, rubbing them slowly, winding her up. I wanted to drive her crazy with desire to the point of no return — to the point where she would have no choice but to beg me to pleasure her.
Slowly, I began kissing her right leg, starting at the ankle and moving all the way down. Again, I skipped her pussy, knowing it would drive her insane. She groaned, thrusting her hips into the air, trying to persuade me, but I wasn’t done having my fun just yet.
My lips lingered on her stomach, tickling her.
“Braden,” she whimpered. “Please…”
I smirked. “What is it? Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
I chuckled. “Oh, then what do you want me to do?”
She bit her bottom lip and groaned even louder. “You can’t do this to me.”
“Do what…?” As I asked, my thumb found her clit, flicking it back and forth.
She howled in pleasure.
I didn’t stop. My thumb continued to rub circles into her sensitive clit as my middle finger ran along her tight, little entrance. She was already wet. So very wet.
Before she could compose herself, I quickly leaned down and lapped at her juices like an addict. I teased her at first, but soon, I pushed inside of her, letting my tongue twist this way and that.
Her moans grew louder and louder, tur
ning me on even further. My balls were already tight and I knew that it wouldn’t take long for me to climb over the edge.
Adele started to shake, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
I stopped.
She whimpered. “Why did you…?” She looked at me, but as soon as she did, her eyes grew wide, mesmerized by the little show I was giving her.
I pushed my pants down my hips, inch by inch, revealing the sexy V I had developed from my years as a fireman.
She practically licked her lips before she rushed up and pounced on me, kissing me hard. I rolled us over, taking control. I growled before nipping at her neck.
“You’re all mine.”
A fury overtook me as I tore at my clothes, desperate to feel her warm flesh all around me. She didn’t hesitate to help, her hands all over my body, tugging on my boxers as if her life depended on it.
Our eyes locked for a moment before I rolled on a condom and took the plunge.
My whole body exploded with pleasure as her tight pussy wrapped around me like a glove. At first, I didn’t move. I allowed us a second to accommodate, to enjoy the feeling.
Then, I started at a slow, steady rhythm, toying with her.
Her nails dug into my arms as she begged for more.
I gave her just that.
I pumped my hips hard and fast, picking up the pace until the bed started to rock. Our moans filled the room as we melted into each other, lost in our bliss.
My balls slapped against her ass as I held her by the hips for a better angle, going deeper and deeper.
Soon enough, however, the pleasure built up to an impossible level. My balls felt like they were going to explode. Adele was shaking like a leaf. She moaned my name, her nails clawing at my back.
She screamed.
Her juices flowed like a river, throwing me over the edge. I growled, biting the side of her neck as I climaxed deep inside of her.
Panting, I collapsed beside her, holding her tight in my arms. Somehow, that had felt better than I ever could have imagined. My head felt airy like I was high – floating on cloud nine.
She smiled and kissed me gently, but didn’t say a word.
In that moment, all I wanted to do was hold her forever. In the back of my mind, I thought about what we had just done.
If only I had forgotten about the condom… Maybe my dreams of starting a family with this woman would finally come true.
Chapter 4
Adele
I woke up to find a pair of arms wrapped around me. I looked up, staring at Braden’s sleeping face. The sight caused the events from last night to flood my mind like a tidal wave. I couldn’t believe we had slept together.
It was amazing. No. Amazing didn’t even begin to describe it.
I sighed in satisfaction, looking up at the ceiling, savoring the moment for a little while longer. I knew I couldn’t stay here forever. This had just been a one time thing. Emotions had gone out of control. I’d been away. It was nostalgic — sleeping with your high school love. It was nothing more than that.
Gently, I lifted his arms, trying not to wake him. He seemed to be sleeping soundly.
I was thankful for that.
Slowly, I walked around the room, gathering my clothes. When I found my panties, I chuckled. They had legitimately been ripped in half. I threw them into the trash and tugged up my pants, feeling a little strange with no underwear on. Breezy.
Just before I could tiptoe out of the room to retrieve my shirt and bra from the porch, I noticed the condom we had used. I stared at it, wondering what would have happened if we had forgotten about it.
Would I have gotten pregnant?
I knew, realistically, that the chances were slim, but still, the thought lingered in my mind. Even when I was in high school, I had thought about having a child with him. One time, we’d even brainstormed names. Casper if it was a boy, and Maribelle if it was a girl.
We’d said that we would get together and have a family if both of us were still single and childless when we were thirty. Even after that last fight, we’d held to that. And I’d kept it in my mind.
But it was a foolish fantasy — and that’s all it was.
Braden and I hadn’t been good for each other, not back then. His family was always holding money over his head, making sure he stayed in line. And they certainly hadn’t been in love with me. I’d innocently thought that bringing a child into our lives would make all of that change.
I was wrong. I reminded myself again that I was wrong.
But looking back at that man lying in the bed — his splendid body, the laughing dance of his eyes — the biological urge was still there.
That’s all it is, Adele. A biological urge. Get a hold of yourself, girl. You are a trained army medic and a future veterinarian. A woman like you shouldn’t be beholden to biology. There’s plenty of time —
Braden interrupted my train of thought, shattering it mid-sentence. He had a way of doing that kind of thing — making me forget my own mind.
“Good morning.” Braden’s voice broke through my maternal fantasy. He was propped on his elbow, taking in the sight of my still-exposed breasts. “You weren’t trying to sneak out on me, were you?”
“What? Of course not,” I said quickly. “I just… I don’t know. I need to get going. School tour today.”
He chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I caught you before you could run off because I make a mean omelet and I wouldn’t want you to miss out.” He winked before rolling out of bed. “What do you say we take a quick shower together? I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. Maybe.”
My cheeks started to grow warm, and that thrumming desire threatened to hit my body again. A part of me wanted to resist the hormones that were making me so susceptible to his advances, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to see water cascading down his oh-so-sexy body.
“Like I said, I do need to actually do some shit today,” I said.
“Yeah, I promise not to keep you too long.” He raised an eyebrow. “Or too hard.”
“Okay,” I relented, following him into the bathroom.
He took off my pants, letting his fingers run over my body. I shivered under his touch. “Is someone still excited?” he asked, his lips twitching in amusement. “And here I was, thinking I wore you out last night.”
“What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?”
He chuckled. “You know you love it.” His hands cupped my ass cheeks for a moment before he gave them a little slap, pushing me toward the shower. “After you.”
I stepped inside and a second later, he had me pinned to the wall. He kissed me, but it wasn’t fueled by the same kind of passion that was there last night. Instead, it was something different. Something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. A sense of longing maybe? Of yearning? It was like he was kissing me because he needed me in order to survive—like I was the air he breathed.
When he finally pulled away, my mind felt like it had turned to mush. There was a blazing look in his eye that made me shiver. Maybe there was still a spark left to be ignited between us.
Maybe we still had a shot at making this work. I shook the thought away. It wasn’t good to think like that — after all, it had been so long ago that we were together.
To my surprise, our time in the shower wasn’t as sexual as I thought it would be. Of course, his hands still wandered my body, but in a gentle, loving way. He took the sponge and washed me, treating me like his most prized possession.
I returned the favor, running my fingers through his hair, enjoying how long it was. His deep curls had always been one of his finer qualities. When we were in high school, I used to play with them all night long as we watched movies together.
Once we were done, he wrapped a towel around my body and kissed the top of my head. “There, all squeaky clean.”
I giggled.
He smiled at me before walking back into the bedroom, passing the trashcan. “Sorry about your panties.”
/> I felt myself getting warm at the thought. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Good, because I rather like the thought of you walking around with no panties on.” He smirked as he tossed on a pair of sweatpants that hung deliciously from his hips. He didn’t bother to put on a shirt. God, he sure did know how to tease me.
Outside, I snatched my bra, about to put it on when Braden came up behind me, lending me a hand. As he did so, his lips trailed along the side of my neck, making me shiver.
I leaned into him and moaned.
His hands crept to my breasts, giving them a firm squeeze before he stepped back. “I’ll get started on breakfast.”
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me alone to find my shirt. I shrugged it on and started to button it, but without much luck. There were only two buttons left. The rest were nothing more than gaping holes that I was sure Braden would appreciate.
I watched him through the window as he waltzed around the kitchen. He was humming to himself, glowing with happiness. Could I really be the reason for that?
It was hard to believe that Braden had been married. Had he thought about me during that time like I had thought about him? What had caused the divorce? These questions picked at my brain, making me worry. What if he was lying and I was just some side chick he had picked up at a bar?
“Breakfast is served,” Braden announced, peeking his head through the French doors.
I nodded and headed back inside, trying to keep my mind free of doubt. I couldn’t change the past so for better or for worse, I had to accept what we had done and move forward from there.
So, I sat down and took a bite out of my omelet.
Braden looked at me expectantly. “What do you think?”
I swallowed my bite and waited a moment, really letting the flavors settle in my mouth. “It’s good.”
“Just… ‘good?’” he asked, sounding a little disappointed.
“Last I checked good was a compliment, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, but I was expecting you to say it was the best omelet in the world.”
“I see your ego is still very much intact,” I teased, taking another bite. “It’s good, but not perfect.”